A Church Burning
From a distant view was a sight grim-
That it burned so bright my lamp was
In comparison dim.
In my bed- in my horror- I did gaze
At a church, in its glory
The light was high, and eternity near
For the death of this church was
Ne'er so dear.
My life didn't begin there-
But my eyes welled for that
What good is it to torch a place,
And leave more rubble in a
This city is not my home,
Not when these vandals
Do these streets roam.
Away I'll fly to a place much nicer,
Where the fires that burn are for causes
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